-Salsa-
Salsa stood at the open window of her bedroom, the curtains waving gently beside her as the salty ocean breeze drifting lazily through the room. Petyr Baeliscious had come to her only moments before with a proposition: come with him to the Little Fingers (he'd lifted one eyebrow suggestively while mentioning his homeland), escape from King's Landing away from "that bitch Cersei" as he'd put it, and act as his fiancé while he schemed to take his revenge against the crown. Salsa had to admit that even though Baeliscious was twice her age he was indeed, well, delicious so his plan didn't seem too farfetched. Plus with Joffrey getting more sadistic by the day she doubted she'd keep her life much longer. The only problem was the gray-haired fox that was Petyr Baeliscious couldn't fully insure her safety and leaving one known evil for a possibly unknown one wasn't entirely inviting. No, Salsa thought as her fists curled at her sides, I am a wolf of the north and I will not be afraid. The only way she could find her scattered family was the leave the "safe" hold of the Lannister's grips and travel onwards. Salsa let that be the deciding factor when she checked the "yes" box on Baeliscious' "Will you go to the Little Fingers with me? Xoxo Check yes or no" letter he left behind earlier and had a handmaiden leave it under his door. They would sail in a fortnight and Salsa would make sure she was ready for whatever may come.
-Baeliscious-
Petyr squeaked with delight after reading Salsa's reply, hugging the note to his chest while twirling around the room. The love of his life's daughter had just agreed to accompany him back home. No, this isn't creepy at all, Baeliscious comforted himself as he stroked the wall of paintings depicting both Catlyn and Salsa on his wall, Catlyn would want this and since we couldn't be together she would surely want me to marry her daughter; yes, yes it's all coming together. He put on his Catlyn wig and rocked back and forth in the candle light, contemplating his next step.